Ibiza; Sunday, 21 February, 2016

Having checked out of the hotel I headed over to the base of the Dalt Vila to have a look around the Necropolis.

This city of the dead has been in use from the Phoenician era and the very interesting museum houses a number of artefacts relating to the various burial rights of the Phoenicians, Punics, Romans and Moors who all used the site, repurposing it for their own needs as they went along.

Outside of the museum you can wander around the Necropolis and even descend down into one of the interconnected tombs that have been carved out of the rock.

By the time I had finished the Necropolis I had pretty much exhausted all the sites that were to be seen in Ibiza Town, but still had several hours to kill before my flight back home, so I decided to catch the bus over the island to the next most important town – Sant Antoni and have a look around there.

I had just under an hour to have a look around the town, which was even quieter than Ibiza Town and possibly even more set up for Clubbers and Beach holidays, and that turned out to be more than enough as I found myself back at the bus station a good 15 minutes before the bus back across the island was due.

Back in Ibiza I picked up my luggage and headed down to the bus stop to pick up the bus back to the airport.

The airport, like much of the rest of the island, was clearly operating on a much reduced capacity in the winter months with large areas of the vast check-in hall in darkness and almost all the shops in the departure lounge closed for the winter. Which made it all the weirder that they decided to park the plane up on the airfield and bus us across rather than just using one of air bridges that was lying idle.

If the flight out had been empty and comfortable, the flight back wasn’t. Clearly everyone had gone out to Ibiza in stages, but everyone was coming back on the Sunday evening and the completely full flight meant that the cabin crew were having to make people, including me, give up the seats they had requested as families had been split up.

Cramped into an Aisle seat I hadn’t wanted it wasn’t the most pleasant of flights back to London City, particularly with quite intense turbulence on final approach and a landing that involved several bounces down the runway before we finally made full contact, but at least the luggage came round quickly.